Stop Thinking About Zombies

National zombie awareness month is over folks.  Get with the program.  Stop thinking about zombies already.  Perhaps not coincidentally, National Drug Court Month is also over. 

Tomorrow is the 68th anniversary of D-Day.

June is LGBT Pride Month (i.e. Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transexual Pride Month), a designation that commemorates the Stonewall Riots.  Bill Clinton made the proclamation in 2000, and President Obama has done so again in 2009, 2010, 2011 and 2012.  Denver always makes a good showing with Pridefest which is June 16-17, this year.

Also surely not coincidentally, it is also now, Fae Awareness Month (i.e. Fairy Awareness Month), which also ties to Fae Centric the Shakespeare Play, a Midsummer's Night Dream (I once played the father of one of the heroines in it), even though June is host to the first day of summer and not Midsummer.  This year in Colorado, the summer solstice, which marks the beginning of summer, is at approximately 5:09 p.m. on June 20, 2012.  Notwithstanding this discrepency, however, Swedes and Finns celebrate the civil holiday of Midsummer's Day on the third Friday in June.

American's observe Father's Day, the poor and insignificant counterpart to Mother's Day, for which the traditional present is a neck tie (despite their declining popularity), on June 17, 2012.

Today is also street cleaning day on my side of the street.  Alas, our block failed to have perfect performance today in removing cars from that side of the street, as my next door neighbor (whom I dutifully tried to alert by knocking on her door before she got a ticket) had left her car parked on the street but was not home.  It is the first street cleaning day since she moved in, and nobody actually reads the fine print on the street signs and put it on the calendar, so she is not really morally blameworthy for her err and I really should have left her a note in advance as a warning.  I've been caught out myself several times in twelve years living in my beloved neighborhood, including the first time.

Finally, I'd like to take a moment to observe the passing of Ed Quillen, a Denver Post columnist noted for his insights about current events informed by Colorado history.  He also brought to my attention such useful concepts as the "Stupid Zone."  He passed too early at the age of sixty-one and will be missed.  By all accounts, he has not become a zombie at this point.